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all my relations

November 1, 2021

if you google search: vimeo Lisa Ross there are three. The one Joy linked us to: To Mark a Prayer Daylight

Living Shrines Lisa Ross uploaded by Mark Chase in which she speaks about the Work

Uyghur Holy Sites 2002 - 2011 the Holy Sites and the people who care for them

i have spent a large part of this Rainy day watching and re watching. Why i watch continues to elude me. What is it i find in Uyghur that i am sure can

help me

in my days. The sense that i am somehow Related to what i am seeing. to not necessarily this Place on this Planet, but this Experience of living?, of expressing this experience of living? of ……………………. of………………………………a Way to be with being alive, for the short time that we Are? i honestly don't know at all and i also can't stop looking.

When i first came aware of the Uyghur , and subsequently got the book, i was in New Mex. It was when i was living uhhh, in the world but not of it….take that out of the Christian context……my children were distant. My life was minimally webbed with Other. I went into the world a couple days a week and then retreated to Solitary. Where i built that raft altar. before seeing the book, and being startled, seeing the photographs in the book at how Kin my raft was. And then, 4 years ago…months more, 4 some months ago, things changed. Changed with the conception of Emrie, of her confusing beginning in utero, my Love of Alyssia and i am Here now. I am in the world and i am of it. But there's a Way, i am sure, to understand what i need to understand. and these markers in the desert of the Uyghur speak of that. of Earth. of Sky. of the most basic and simple "components" to Mark Connection, to Mark the way, the Path through with the making by

hand

from what might be said is Nothing. but really, is Everything.

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10 responses to “all my relations”

maria

November 1, 2021

i have read this early morning about the Uyghur ( Oeigoeren )hoho…. never heard that . to feel related in what you see is to recognize it in you , in your life in your self , that is how i feel/see it .
love the picture with the stellation : brick with cloth .

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Deb G

November 2, 2021

Thinking…ritual is hard for me, having not grown up with any really. Making is one of a very few that I am most comfortable with, the ones that are “me.” I’ll go watch the other two videos. So much beauty, and yes so short.

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Marti

November 2, 2021

Altars, giving thanks for the land, rituals, how I grew up with blessings formed in many ways, tangible, inner felt, but always that connection to the land because of my parents, My parents, from another land, brought their rituals and ways of their land to this place called America. Every spring, before planting their little garden, my Dad took his Bota bag and poured some of his homemade wine on the land, a benediction of reciprocity because he had been given the grapes that he turned into wine- the give and take and return that to him was holy. We were taught the reverence and gratitude for what the land provided and what it provided was always in communion with the effort put forth to nourish and tend, to grow and harvest, even if the harvest was from a small garden.
I have lived in many places, some dug deep into my marrow, others only fleetingly. Coming to know a place always began with my hands in dirt, sensing, learning, fingers carefully tending, that is how I got to know a place. The places that dug deep into my marrow brought a sense of connection. Equally, I have visited many places, some I knew before I ever set foot, others only a surface knowing…
What happens to the heart and soul when a marrow connection is made lives forever and it does so by some form of acknowledgement, some marker of tribute. For me, it takes the form of my own rituals of dance, of cloth creating, of altar making, of carrying corn kernels as reciprocity for what I take from the land. The connection to place also comes from sitting quietly, breathing in, breathing out, remembering and entering that portal where all are one and all are one thorough the sacred reverence of the ordinary gifts before us each day.

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Liz A

November 2, 2021

sometimes the sunlight catches in gossamer threads flying in the breeze … the work of spiders … no longer purpose-full
and I think how our lives are “webbed” … woven with threads of memory and story and meaning … how ephemeral it all is … and yet, it is everything

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grace Forrest

November 2, 2021

glad you said this….having not grown up with any really…
it sheds light. and is an important piece. the ritual
in my childhood was my mother’s christianity, Pilgrim Holiness and then fundamental baptist specifically, and i was instinctively alienated by that as a very young child. it was toxic to me.
and so…i went down to the creek, the woods.
i hope you can watch the others. As i listened to her in the second, watched her face as she talked, i thought…
she’s like Deb G.

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grace Forrest

November 2, 2021

yes it is in me. i am wondering tho how, and the
meaning

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grace Forrest

November 2, 2021

All this. Yes.
it is the connection that moves Because of the Land, the
Earth, but is in the ether of time and “Place”….

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grace Forrest

November 2, 2021

how ephemeral, yet, everything

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CatherinE

November 3, 2021

Something I would like to do someday is put words around what making means to me. I’m not able to do that yet, but you are coming close. I’m watching the vimeos, how wonderful her work is.

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Deb G

November 5, 2021

Just finished watching that second video. What a lovely comparison…. Thinking a lot about rituals right now, paying attention to how I move through the day. The small ones.

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